"Are you positive you want to do this?" Roman asked his wife as they were stopped in front of the home she once lived,

"It's not too late to change your mind."

"I want to do this but don't travel too far," she said.

"I'm not," he responded.

"I'm worried about you. The idea of you alone with that man makes me uneasy. If you're not positive about doing any of this tell me and we can do this together."

"I know you want to help me, Roman but if you and I show up here together my papa will know something is wrong. If I show up alone he will become more vulnerable, his guard will be down. He won't expect anything from my showing up. We have to be smart about this. My papa is smarter than most give him credit for."

"Okay," said Roman nervously,

"Promise me you'll be careful."

"I promise," she said.

"When it is done I will fetch for you to come help me dispose of his body."

"I love you," he said softly before he kissed her lips softly.

"I love you too," she said.

"I'll be all right, I promise."

"All right," he said nervously not wanting to allow his wife to go to her father alone.

He understood that if they showed up together Bohemas would grow suspicious and would have his guard up but if it was only Melissa Bohemas would be less suspicious and more vulnerable.

He hated the thought of feeding is wife to the wolf so to speak but she knew what she was doing. He had faith in her.

"Just be careful. I won't be far away if you need me you can find me."

"Okay, Love," she said softly. She kissed him once more before she stepped down off the carriage.

She watched it pull away before she took a deep breath.

She made her way to the door of the residence she once lived. The horrible memories came flooding back to her with every step she took.

She thought of all the horrific nights she spent in that house being raped and tortured by her own father and the men he paid off his debts using her to.

She took a deep breath as she reached the front door.

She raised her shaking hand in the dark of the night to knock on the door.

Melissa waited minutes before the door opened. She stood face to face with the man that made her childhood hell. He hadn't changed he was still the vile disgusting man she remembered well.

His darkened hair had faded and contained strands of grey. His body was plumper and he was heavier.

His green eyes met her blue eyes. He grew a devious smile on his face as he looked at his daughter from head to toe.

"Melissa," he said in a grimy tone that gave Melissa chills.

"What are you doing here? Where is your husband?"

"We are no longer together," she lied but convincing him.

"I was not the woman he desired."

"You're increasing," he said pulling her into the home and shutting the door behind her.

"Yes, Papa."

"Is it Roman's?" he asked.

"Roman is the father," she answered.

"He left me Papa."

"So sad," he said unsympathetically.

"You're as beautiful as I remember you."

"Am allowed to stay here until I find another lover to marry?" she asked.

"It can be arranged," he said walking up behind her.

He sniffed her hair causing her to stiffen and making her uncomfortable by his closeness.

"Welcome home, Melissa. I wasn't expecting your marriage to last," he said with a smile.

"I'm happy that it hasn't."

"Papa," she said as he wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling into her neck, kissing it softly.

"I'm glad you're home, Melissa," he said with a smile against the skin of her neck. His breath hot on her bare skin, her stomach rolled.

She was disgusted.

"Make yourself comfortable so I can welcome you home the proper way but first allow me to make you something to eat. We'll discuss my plans over dinner."

"Okay, Papa," she said as he let her go.

"I'm going up to my bedroom."

She made her way up the stairs to her bedchamber. She opened the door and the room was exactly the way it was when she left.

She shut the door behind her and made her way over to the bed. She laid down on the bed and the tears began to flow from her eyes as she sobbed.

She hated her father more than anything in her life. The smell of him, his touch, his look everything about him she hated. She wanted a bath to wash him off of her.

She wanted and needed her husband. She cried into her pillow out of the pain she remembered in that bedroom and in that house.

Melissa knew she was a different person now, she was a wife, a mother to be and she was older and wiser. She was not the vulnerable weak girl she used to be.

Roman had changed her, he had strengthened her. He made her better than she ever was.

"Melissa!" called her Papa. She sighed, wiped her tears away and made her way downstairs to the kitchen where he had made her dinner.

"There's my beautiful girl," he said softly with an inappropriate smile that made her cringe.

"Sit and eat," he instructed.

"Thank-you," she said before taking a seat at the table as he put the soup in front of her.

"Nothing has changed around here, Papa. Have you missed me?"

He let a small chuckle as he joined her at the table.

"I knew you would be back. I didn't expect Roman to keep you for long. He is not a man worthy of settling down to become a husband and apparently a father," he said in his Romanian accent.

"I knew it was a matter of time before you would show up here once again in my possession. I have plans for you," he said deviously.

"What kind of plans, Papa?" she asked as she ate her soup.

"While Roman was having his time with you, spilling his seed inside of you another man came searching for you. He wants to make you his wife. I explained that you were married to Roman for now but if found you, you would become his wife."

"You promised me to another man?" she asked.

"He has offered me a great amount of gold for your hand in marriage but I'm not finished with you yet. Have I ever told you how much you look like your mama? You've got the same blue eyes she possessed and the same olive skin. You have her small nose and her red pouty lips. You are the spitting image of your mother in every way, Melissa," he said with a smile.

"I miss your mama very much. I often wish to get her back, have her come back to me but she met her fate years ago.

"I watched you grow up, I watched you grow to be your mother. She was strong-willed but submissive like you are and she was beautiful like you are. I had never saw a woman more beautiful and then you were born to us. Michelle was beautiful in her own way but nothing like you, Melissa," he said touching her tiny hand with his.

"Papa," she swallowed.

"Melissa, you have grown to be a beautiful woman I envy any man that gets to enjoy you as his wife. If I could keep you and have you for myself I would but I have promised you to Seth Rollins another notorious pirate. I knew you would be back, I knew you would return to me," he said.

"Seth has been waiting for your return as patiently as I. He will be here for you in the morning but tonight you belong to me," he said deviously,

"And as for your child Seth will raise it as his own or I'm sure we can get plenty of gold for the bastard."

"I am not selling my child, Papa," she said,

"And I am not marrying Seth. I will marry for love this time, Papa. Michelle was able to marry the man that she loved, I deserve the right to marry the man that I love and I will find him."

"Melissa, the contract has been signed, the gold ready to be exchanged in the coming days you will marry Seth Rollins," he said moving closer to her.

"But we have all night," he said disgusting her.

She reached her free hand down into her boot and pulled out the dagger Roman had given to her.

She touched the cold medal handle as he father grew closer to her. He pushed her hair out of her face and leaned to kiss her as Melissa raised the dagger under the table.

Just before his lips could touch hers she jabbed the dagger into his side.

"UGH!" he cried out in pain as she pulled the dagger out.

He stood up holding onto his side as the blood covered his hands.

"Melissa what are you doing?" he asked in pain.

"Paying you back for everything you put me through. You're a vile man," she said before she dug the dagger into his chest.

"You deserve every moment of this. You took my innocence away, you broke me and destroyed me," she said as he fell to the floor in agonizing pain as he cried out.

She stood over him, the dagger covered in his blood and blood on her skirts.

"I hope you burn in hell!" she said before she stabbed him once more in the heart, ending his life.

She was filled with relief as she looked down at her father as she kneeled beside him.

He was gone, she never had to worry about him again.

She sat with him for hours to make sure he was gone before she cleaned off her dagger and cleaned herself up.

Melissa walked out of her father's house and traveled to the residence Roman was staying in while she did what she needed to do.

Melissa to continue on her way to the residence. She walked to the front door when she arrived and knocked on it.

Roman opened the door as if he had been waiting for her arrival. He stood looking at her.

"It's done," she said as she fell into his arms.

They held each other tight for what seemed like years but being apart seemed longer.

Roman just wanted to hold his wife, enjoy the fact she made it out alive.

"I love you," he said kissing the top of her head.

"I love you too," she said holding him tight as she cried on his chest.

She didn't cry because of what she had done but because she felt relief from any more pain or torture.

She felt free, the first time she had ever felt free in her entire life.

          ••••••••••••••••••

Roman and Melissa made their way back to her father's home. Roman walked into the kitchen with her and she showed him where his body was.

Roman stood over Bohemas and gave him a hard kick just to make sure he was truly dead.

"You did this?" he asked with a smile.

"Yes," she said playing with her bracelet.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, I'm impressed, Melissa. I didn't think you had it in you," he said as he started to wrap up Bohemas's body.

"He deserved it," she said coldly.

"I'm not disagreeing," he said,

"How does it feel?"

"Good," she said as she helped him wrap up her father's body.

"I feel free. I have never felt free in my whole life."

"I'm sure," he said.

"I wonder if I will have the same feeling of freedom when we get back to Jamaica you know with our whole new life and hopefully a new baby?"

"I'm sure you will," she said.

"I'm ready for our new life together."

"Me too," he said as Bohemas was completely rolled up in the carpet.

"No more pirate ships, no more random attacks just waking up to the cries of our baby, waking up to you in my arms every day not having to do anything until I'm ready. Life is going to be beautiful," he said tying the carpet shut.

"The rest of my life with you and our children," he said with a smile.

"It's going to be wonderful," she said biting her lip.

"Everything is going to be okay," he said as they picked up the body.

"Okay," she said helping him carry the body outside to the backyard.

"Can we burn this place to the ground?"

"We can do whatever you wish," he said as he started digging a hole.

"I'm glad you made it out alive."

"He was going to have me tonight," she said,

"And tomorrow he was going to…"

"He was going to what?" he asked as they were digging.

"Seth, Seth is here. Seth is in Spain."

"What do you mean?" he asked looking at his wife.

"My papa was going to have me tonight and then he was going to give me to Seth. He told me I was going to marry Seth tomorrow."

"I'll take care of Seth," he said.

"Don't worry about that."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean I will take care of Seth. I can't be free until Seth is taken care of," he said,

"And because he is in Spain it makes it that much easier. You're going to marry Seth tomorrow."

"What?" she asked.

"It will be a set up. He will believe he is marrying you and instead of meeting you, he will meet me. My crew and I will take care of him."

"It sounds dangerous, Roman, are you sure that's what you want to do?"

"I'm sure," he said.

"It's what I have to do," he said as they continued digging a hole in the back yard.

When the hole was big enough Roman rolled Bohemas into the hole, Melissa spit into the hole onto Bohemas's body before they began to cover it with dirt.

Once his body was buried Roman spilled gasoline around the house Melissa once lived in, the house she grew up in but the house that destroyed her life, the house that gave her nightmares and the home that was never truly a home to her.

He lit the home on fire and flames soon engulfed the entire house.

He stood with his arm around Melissa.

"This is just the beginning Melissa, after tomorrow you and I will start a brand new life together, we can be free together," he promised as she leaned her head on his chest as she watched every bad memory burn in the fire and she finally felt completely free.